The Battle

You find yourself in a place you can't stop,

In a place you can't control.

You tell yourself only one more time,

But with a small stroke, there goes your soul.

You know that you are self-destructive

And no matter what is your form,

You always go back for one more.

Thoughts swirl in your head like a storm.

You are wrongfully addicted to the bad,

You begin to think of compliments as lies.

You try to do something drastic, but are afraid.

Don't do it, one day you'll rise.

Addicted to destruction,

Addicted to self-hate.

Someone better help,

Before it's too late.